Page 4 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
It took him a split second to follow me out of the bar, after grabbing his jacket.He called out, “Stop.I’m seeing you home safely.”
I kept walking.
Stepping outside onto the sidewalk, I breathed in the fresh, cool air.
If I got in a car with him, I knew neither of us would stop.A line would be crossed, and then things would be messy.
“Lexi,” Mason pushed around two patrons and stopped in front of me.His six-four height, slightly tousled dark hair and wide chest were so tempting.
So damn tempting.
I knew right then, if I didn’t draw a line, Mason wouldn’t.At least I wasn’t sure he would.
“This isn’t a date.”I glanced away from those ice-blue eyes, not willing to melt into them.
Not willing to let myself imagine what would take place if I went home with him.If he took my clothes off.If he pulled me onto his lap and his thick cock slid inside my pussy after tugging my panties aside.
Nope, couldn’t go there.
“Never said it was.”His brows bunched, annoyed at my sudden change of tact.
“You going to walk me home and kiss me in the doorway, Mason?Then have me sit on your lap on Monday and do dictation?”I lifted a brow, bringing him back to reality.
“Jesus, Lexi.”He rubbed a hand over his face.
“Fine, no one does dictation, but remember I’ll be your PA in a few days’ time.”I poked his shoulder and winked.
I hated myself for killing the vibe, but it was that or end up working at a bar or café on my feet doing long, ungrateful hours.
Now that Emily was engaged to Sebastian, I knew she wouldn’t be leaving New York anytime soon.Or ever.I needed to stay in the USA.I needed the job.
Anyone else would do reference checks on me.It went without saying I wouldn’t get the job.
Not now.
I can’t go back to England.
Drunk Mason would thank me on Monday, so I knew it was the right thing to do.
“Get in the car,” He led me across the sidewalk into a black town car, which magically seemed to appear.
When the door closed and it was just the two of us—me and his enormous, beautiful body next to mine.I made the mistake of glancing up into those icy blue eyes.They had powers most men didn’t possess.They could melt panties and make a girl beg.
Swallowing, I waited for him to kiss me.
He didn’t.
I was disappointed regardless.
When we reached my apartment building, he led me to the elevator with his hand in the small of my back.It felt like the end of a date.Butterflies filled my tummy.
I wasn’t sure if I felt like Julia Roberts inPretty Womanor Dakota Johnson inFifty Shades.Both of them got a lot more action than I was going to get from their billionaire lovers.
A reminder I needed to screw my head on.
Emily had created her fairytale man, but that didn’t mean it would work out like that for me.We might be best friends, but I was in a pickle that I wasn’t sure I could crawl myself out of.
Mason Kingsley wasn’t going to fall in love with me.And frankly, I had more important things to focus on.
